A King Of Dirt

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Deep below the ground, a beast stirred; Something wretched stirred. It thrummed and writhed, tearing loose the old flesh that bound it. For it was something new; something wholly new. A new body, a new soul. A new lord. A king, even. A king of dirt.

 

The Lord's dirty old fur fell off in clumps, revealing new growth beneath. His horns shattered, making way for longer, stronger ones. Along with his horns went his claws. Wretched teeth, once stained yellow and marred with black marks of corrosion, burst forth from his maw, wet with blood. It was a painful ordeal for the little lordling.

Yet, much of his short life, since his creation, had been unpleasant. Full of pain. This time, the pain was meaningful. This was the pain of his inauguration. Inauguration as a lord.

 

Then he awoke. A glob of black blood was spat from his mouth, leaving its mark on the floor. His robes, those used to obscure his infernal nature, were torn, and he inspected his new form, looking into the mirror below him. It was magnificent, he thought. He was magnificent. The first lord of imps, so he had been told. Memories of his inauguration came to mind.

On that mirror, surrounded by his kith and kin, was that imp, freshly made anew by the twisted power of Maleus. 

And, as he lay there, two of those who had created him spoke amongst themselves

"Hail, the new-born KING."

.  .  .

"A King Of Dirt."

 

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really short super dogshit narrative post because im proud of my accomplishment.. krei'ildrith is the FIRST zevn'kiel on the server. ever. thats cool! i like that! ty to those who came to my fucked up birthday party!!! and thanks to @Navigatorfor letting me play this little loser in the first place 💛

 

 

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Long live the king of Dirt.

A magnificent zevn'kiel that could truly lean into vanity. If only there wasn't a prince who too, sought to be the most beautiful of Lichtenwald. Though his horns weren't grandiose, and as it turns out green is a difficult color to pair with fashion. It's a miracle those dresses had been mended before he found out...

Lest the King of Dirt's reign get choked out and turned into a vacation to Moz'Strimosa itself.